Location: A Ship in Space…
The Captain of the U.S.S. Warhammer felt a strange sense of Deja Vu as he ran down the dark half-destroyed hallways, only briefly illuminated by the period flash of the red alarm light.
This was not the first time The Captain had found himself in a situation like this. During The Xir’algath’s near-destruction of The Multiverse, he captured The Warhammer when it served as a refugee/warship during that time. An irresponsible pirate back then, The Captain had greatly matured over time as he nearly met his death at the hands of The Xir’algath. He survived the encounter, and grew from that experience to become a responsible legitimate captain of the Warhammer.
And now, he once again was in a similar situation. But the enemies weren’t Xir’algath.
A mysterious group of deadly figures had entered the ship, tearing through its staff like tissue paper as they demanded to know where the “Engine” was.
In a moment of panic, The Captain had fled from the scene. But now he could sense his pursuers nearing ever closer.
Suddenly, a spear shot out of the darkness and impaled The Captain. He yelped in pain, fear and surprise as he crashed to the ground.
A figure in a metallic beaked mask approached the fallen Captain.
“This must be the ship’s captain. He would probably know where it is.” Plague Knight said to other beings who were apparently in the room.
“Wha-what are you talking about? Who are you people?!” The Captain demanded, groaning in pain as he clutched his wound.
“We…are your saviors.” Said Plague Knight.
“Meh, I beg to differ.” Said another voice.
“We’re more like the people who you’re unlucky enough to bump into on the wrong day.” The Gamemaster said as he stepped towards The Captain.
“Now, we shall not ask again. Where is the Engine?” Plague Knight demanded as he grabbed The Captain by the throat.
“I-ack!-don’t know!” The Captain choaked out.
“Ah, well that is just a shame…” said Gamemark, who literally stepped out of the shadows.
The Captain’s eyes scanned the dark dim room. Many vile villains were gathered together here under the same roof: The Gamemaster, Plague Knight, Savager, Nimrack, The Empress, X45, Donatello The First Dark Lord, Anticrast, and Swordbreaker The Shadow King. All of The Dark Heroes(Gamemark, ‘Diero’, Hydras and Voidmaster) were present as well.
Suddenly, the chains around Gamemark’s waist began snaking towards The Captain.
“Are you sure about you answer?” Asked Plague Knight.
“Even if I did know, I would Never sell out to the likes of You!” Spat The Captain.
A sore, sour expression crossed Gamemark’s face.
“Very well. Have it your way.” He nonchalantly said, closing his fist as the chains around The Captain’s body suddenly constricted. The chains slowly and mercilessly strangled The Captain to death.
“What a waste.” Said Savager as The Captain’s corpse fell dead.
"So, I take it The Captain has taken his secrets to the grave… " a mysterious disembodied voice called out to the villains.
“Indeed, Queen Kreel.” Replied Donatello. “None on this ship were willing to tell us.”
“My Intel informed me that the engine would be on this ship. It must be here. Do any of you have any ideas to its location? Any leads?” Kreel’s voice asked all the villains.
Location: Whitegate Fortress(At least, what now remains of it…)
There was a building sense of dread throughout the prison of Whitegate. All the inmates had escaped, and seriously crippled their defenses. The prisoners were now scattered all throughout The Multiverse, spreading who knows what kind of chaos.
What was even more disturbing, was the growing rise and concentration of Xir’algath activity. They seemed to be making some sort if…comeback.35
The repairs on the prison were slow moving. The gaping hole that had been left in the structure was barely smaller at this point.
Archangel Michael and the other Archangels entered a room filled with the guards and staff of Whitegate: Tarkur, Aqua, Zaktra, Watcher and Glar.
“I just wanted to check in on all of you. How are you feeling now? Are you doing any better?” Michael asked them, concerned.
As much as Mark Mcneil hated to admit it, he and the others were lost.
He, Sadie, Bruce, Katrina, Elias, Conner, Hydron, Jack, Mary, Logan, Sophia, Adam, Xano, Richard, Caesar and Resonate had been wandering aimlessly through The Multiverse as they tried to get back to their home, Prime Earth.
They had been wandering for what seemed like hours, but in fact it could have been hundreds of years in Prime Earth’s time. This further heightened Mark and his friends’ worry and sense of Urgency.
“So, do you have any idea where we exactly are in The Multiverse right now?” Mark asked the others.